Category: Musings
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When your children are smarter than you . . .
There’s a special sort of joy in watching your children, and then, if you’re really lucky, theirs, grow up into cleverer clogs than what you yourself are. I don’t know if you’d call it a sort of wry acquiescence to your inevitable destiny, or what, but for me it’s both sweet and kind of bitter.…
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The joy of familiars
Looking back on our lives, we often reminisce about our pets. Their short lives, it seems, punctuate our longer ones, and so we might say, ah yes, remember how we brought the Angora rabbits up north with us in the old Morris Minor. Or remember that Scrap, when we picked him up and he scratched…
Roads to Joy 